The king

When Nick and I were dating we slept in a double bed. We slept with our arms around each other and our legs intertwined. He snored in my face… And I didn’t mind. His alarm would go off (Alexis on Fire… Loud and obnoxious) and I still didn’t mind. Ahhhh young love!

When we moved in together we had a queen, livin large! But we still slept like honeymooners… But with our new pup Oliver. He was usually on our feet or on my head.

When I was pregnant with the twins, in our new house, we had the queen, Oliver annnnd now Charlie. One big happy family. With dogs all around us we still managed to at least have our legs touching.

And then, one day, we got a king! The biggest bed I had ever seen. We kicked the dogs out and both slept like starfish in the night! When nick was at work the babies would sleep on his side and I would be on mine and there was tons of room and no worry of them rolling off!

With Mason, however, he slept with is for the first 7 months or so and the bed seemed to get smaller. Even with his own room there aways seemed to be a kid, or two, sometimes three in our bed… Much smaller king now. Nick used to complain about the boys coming into our bed at night, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long, sadly.

Enter Nixon. When I was pregnant there was always kids in our bed, one, two or three of them. Me and my belly would teeter on the edge just to have a cuddle with my ever growing boys. They’d fight over who got to sleep beside mommy (awwww) Going on ten months and Nixon is still in our bed (which I’m ok with) the older boys still pop in from time to time but my giant king size bed isn’t as big as it used to be! But if it means boy snuggles… I’m not complaining. My babes are growing up way to fast to worry about a good night’s sleep!

Twins (pt 2)

So here we are, May 3rd about 1pm. If you’ll remember I was doped up on Morphine and, truth be told, hadn’t gone to the bathroom in like a week, so all of a sudden i felt something, a whoosh under my blanket. In all honesty and probably TMI, I thought I crapped my pants! I yelled for Nick to leave the room! We were newlyweds after all he couldn’t see this! So I wattled to the bathroom, IV in tow and looked down…nothing….nothing but water? yaaaa water…..my friggen water broke! I clearly panicked and pushed the trusty red button and waited for the nurse. She said “ok! it’s time! Where’s your Husband?” Ummm well I thought i crapped my pants so i sent him away…brilliant.

The hours that followed a whirlwind of waiting and pain and more waiting and pain. Nick and I waited at Vic for hours, we watched A lot like love (great movie, even though i was having contractions) then there was finally a bed available at St. Joe’s so I had to take an ambulance across London on the bumpiest roads ever! I jumped up to 7 cm by the time I got to the other hospital and was in tons of pain. So the epidural was a must! The man that gave me it failed the first time, I believe it was because he was asking Nick where he got his shirt, but who can say for sure. Finally the epidural worked…ish…The catheter didn’t wok the first time either. They swore it was in my head (majorly annoying) But when they checked, it turns out i was right. I was in pain the whole time…they thought I was complaining but the epidural wasn’t holding. Finally at 4am the drs sent my mom and Nick to get some rest, ‘nothing is happening anytime soon’ they said. Them 6am hit and it was show time! Mom and Nick were called back after an hour of sleep (thankfully only 10 minutes away at my sisters) and after my darling hubby stopped for a coffee (yes a friggen coffee) they were there and we were ready!

I remember asking the dr. (Dr. Lopez) a million times if the baby was out yet….like maybe he forgot to tell me and i was pushing for nothing. I remember looking into Nicks eye and he looked scared yet strong. I remember looking over at my mom, who seemed too far away, and feeling stronger because of that moment of eye contact. At 8:10am my first born Phoenix Colin Campbell was born 4lbs 15oz! I remember what he looked like, not cleaned up but then looking at Nick and the pride and love in his eyes! (sigh of relief and on to the next!) Declan…oh my Declan, trouble right from the start. He started coming and decided to raise his hand up. Dr pushed him right back up and emergency c-section it was! Right out of a movie. They pushed me into another room, drugged me up real good and cut me open. I was in and out of it but at 8:56am Declan Lorne Campbell was born weighing 5lbs 5oz! I looked quick and passed out hard! Only to wake up hours later in recovery while my babies went to NICU. I didn’t get to see them until 14 hours later and didn’t get to hold them until the day after that. (I feel bad about that still)

Long story short after 21 days in the NICU/Step down units My boys came home. What a crazy beginning it was for them and me and we are still trying to get the hang of it!

Happy 7th birthday my sweet boys, you’ll always be my first babies, the ones that broke me in and somedays broke me but defiantly made my life so much better!